or the coordination it takes eyes to maneuver rock gardens or
of the tightening of humorous muscles at the side of the mouth
when you are propellered helplessly in the middle of a river
rock as your pivot
or the dangling of feet, dragging, along the surface of a quiet moment.
They are of camp and of fires,
of misty morning and sunsets.
Somehow photos of a river trip fall incredibly short of capturing the magic
that is canoe camping.
For this reason - we have art.